Cari nodded. “As long as you wear the ring bearing my name, I must obey you in all matters to the best of my ability.”
“Good. We’ll need your help escaping from your former master’s castle.”
The sounds of the fight on the stairway abruptly ceased. That was ominous. “At any moment, something is liable to come through that door,” Jafar continued. “It may be a winged tiger, or it may be a big ugly Jinn.”
“The guardian of the storeroom?” Cari asked.
“Yes. Can you fight him for me?”
“I must if you order it, though I fear I’ll be no match for him.”
“He’ll probably be a little tired—if it’s him, and not the tiger that shows up. Is there anything around here that can help you?”
Cari looked around and shook her head. “I know not the secrets of these devices. I am but a poor, unschooled Jann.
